Resource - Character Profiles

Post by **Vardaen** » Tue Jan 30, 2018 4:05 pm

This thread contants the bio and pics of the heroes of the game. Please post your character information here for everyone to see. You can use a format as I've provided. If you have secrets you don't want to include that's alright, but a general history would be great.

Name
Race
Class
Age
Height
Weight
Hair

Bio History

Other Info

Grimbold · Post by **Grimbold** » Tue Jan 30, 2018 5:06 pm

Name: Eyris Fire-Heart
Race: Half Elf
Class: Slayer
Age: 28
Height: 166cm
Weight: 50kg
Hair: black

History: Eyris does not know her father, but he must have been an Anhel passing through Malakim lands. She grew up with only her human mother (Remalla), a simple herder in the clan and three older brothers, who love her as their "little princess". She became a hunter for the clan and proved her worth when hunting game or fending off bandits, frostlings or wild predators. Her clan, Ach'Lan, lives in the Malakim desert, it is a rather small clan of hunters, herders and gatherers. A few months ago, she was captured by an Calalbim slaver caravan that was passing through, and ever since, she has been cursing herself for her carelessness - she had been hunting a great antelope, and did not hear the slavers approaching while concentrating on the animal. They clubbed her from behind and sold her to a slave caravan.

Appearance: She is of medium build and rather short for a Malakim, but she is extremely agile and with her wiry muscles, she is stronger and tougher than she looks. Eyris walks with sure feet and determination, but she does not have much experience with many people outside her clan and is wary and reserved with strangers.
She is not beautiful, but pretty in a natural way, with shoulder length black hair, black eyes and brown skin. She mostly wears her hair open, with a few thin braids. Her pointed ears show undoubtedly that she is a half elf. She wears a studded leather armor and carries her bow, a spear and the curved blade of the Malakim. She has lost her horse, but she had never been an enthusiastic rider, preferring to keep in touch with the land.

AdamDaBomb11 · Post by **AdamDaBomb11** » Sat Feb 03, 2018 9:57 pm

Name: Szis Farhunter
Race: Gnoll
Class: Ranger (Raven Master)
Age: 18
Height: 6' 5"
Weight: 220 lbs
Hair: (back) Dark Sand / (front) Desert Sand

Bio History: The Farhunter clan exists just within the boarder of the Malakim Desert. A wandering group of well trained and well lead Gnolls who are ruthless but fair. They attack only for survival and have given up hunting for sport. But to Humans a Gnoll is a Gnoll. They are hunted without mercy and are all seen as savages. The Farhunter clan fell victim to this endless cycle and are thought to have all been hunted and killed. But they missed one.

Szis Farhunter is the only survivor, to her knowledge. The daughter of the Chieftan of the Farhunter clan. She managed to barely escape with her life. Her hatred for Humans is heavy, but only towards those who seek to remove the freedoms of others. She has vowed to eradicate the scum who destroyed her clan and those who threaten to do the same to others. A brass holy symbol of Bhall the Fallen is worn around her neck. Though it is mostly to remind her that even the Gods can fall.

Regardless, Szis returned to seek revenge but was soon captured. She now plans her escape without any idea of the story that is about to unfold and draw her in.

JohnnyWeird · Post by **JohnnyWeird** » Mon Feb 05, 2018 2:51 am

Tolan Flint
Human
Oracle (Mystery of Wind)
17
5'10"
180 lbs
Sandy-haired

Born in the provinical countryside of Icatia, Tolan's life was unremarkable for a time. But as the gods warred, the weather changed. A mighty tornado, unheard-of in the region in living memory, swept through the land like a plow through the loam.
The farm destroyed, family slain, Tolan was picked up and blown like a dandelion seed beyond anywhere he knew. The landing shattered his leg, the bones all but pulverized, and no magic could heal it.
The Wind had chosen Tolan Flint.

Post by **Trogdor** » Fri Mar 02, 2018 4:22 pm

Name: Gath
Race: Goblin
Class: Rogue
Age: 13
Height: 3' 6"
Weight: 40 lbs.
Hair: Dark brown

History: Gath was born in a relatively civilized goblin village in the wilderness near the border of Calabim and Malakim lands, where he trained as an tinkerer, specializing in locks. Despite the general bad reputation of goblins, they rose above that stereotype, even trading with some local human and gnoll villages. Gath was set for a relatively happy life with friends, family a sweetheart and a job that would give him a comfortable living. But such was not to be.

The fall of Bhaal and the death of Succellus had made the local humans skittish. They became more parochial and fearful of anything that was different. Eventually, one of the local nobles, looking to consolidate power, decided to use the goblin village as a rallying point. He made all sorts of false claims about the goblins and gathered an army to destroy them. Peaceful as it was, the village was no match for trained soldiers. When they arrived it was a slaughter. Hundreds of goblins were killed, including everyone Gath cared about, and the few survivors were sold to local slavers. The village was razed to the ground, and all just to boost the power of a local noble.

Eventually, Gath was separated from the few fellow villagers that had survived and was tossed in with a group of more savage goblins taken in a recent raid. The slavers saw no difference between one goblin and the next and wouldn't acknowledge Gath's good breeding, To them, a goblin was just a goblin.

Now, he's left with nothing. Not friends, no family, and no future, save what he can make for himself.

Post by **ManWithDoor** » Mon Mar 05, 2018 4:05 am

Name: Mongo
Race: Human
Class: Barbarian
Age: 25
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 280 lbs.
Hair: Brown (unkempt)

Bio History: Mongo is a barbarian of the sort that wanders from place to place. He of course was technically born somewhere, but he doesn't consider himself from anywhere. He likes being on the move, only going into a large settlement to trade for some supplies or take an occasional job to make ends meet. He doesn't like being tied down, and doesn't feel either welcome or suited for ordered city life. He likes people well enough, although he rarely makes any deep friendships given his constant movement. He isn't particularly religious, but he'll drop a coin or two into the coffers of temples of gods associated with travelers and the road. Then he thumps the heads of would-be ruffians or highwaymen, thinking that the gods might need an extra set of hands to get things done. Busy people, gods. It was in his wanderings that he was ambushed by the slavers, although it took them a big net and three men to wrestle him down and chain him up. He doesn't like slavers. He wants to thump them too.

Othniel · Post by **Othniel** » Mon Sep 16, 2019 10:30 pm

Name: Morwen-Altorniel Arrasul Maltathantara
Race: Elf (Thelonite)
Class: Wizard (Wrath Mage)
Age: Unknown
Height: 6'
Weight: 108 lbs.
Hair: Raven Black (unkempt)

Appearance: Tall and thin with unkempt raven-coloured hair and a fire smouldering in her pale golden eyes. Somewhat attractive, though her appearance is marred by the mask of anger she often wears. Morwen's arms are tattooed in a bramble pattern, though she is a Thelonite and not properly one of the Elohim - this enables her to pass among the Elohim without raising eyebrows. Morwen is normally clad in flowing well-tailored robes or dresses that accentuate her figure, though for travel she prefers something much more mundane. Now, however, her clothing is ragged and torn from use and the whips of her slavers.

Personality: If there were one emotion one would choose to describe Morwen, it would be anger, though this would do her a disservice. She also exemplifies stubbornness, vanity, and arrogance. She can be compassionate and move beyond self-interest given the right motivation, but she rarely deigns to. The embers of Morwen's temper are ever ready to flare up into a conflagration that burns itself out through either a torrent of verbal abuse or a good roasting spell directed at her enemies. She is tolerant of others, particularly if she knows she must spend time with them, but those would would be her friends would do well to tread carefully.

Brief Bio: Morwen belongs to the Clan of the High Golden Willow, a tribe of Elves located in Thelon. She has not been home in some time, preferring to wander in search of magical secrets (or at least that's what she says). She doesn't readily share any more than this, but it is clear that she harbors ill feelings toward someone in her past.

Fellowship of the Dice